Clint Barton's POV ( telling the story of Romanogers)

Hey, so your probably wondering why you are reading this. Let's be honest, your life is committed to one couple that you've read every other Fanfiction out there and you've settled for this. Patiently waiting for it to be cannon although let's be honest we all know it won't happen.

But boy is you in luck today. You get to view a forming ship, get to see all the agonizing pain us side characters have to go through.

Let's start with the basics.

I am Clint Barton. I am Clint Barton and I am a shipper.

Some say it's a problem, others call it a lifestyle. I didn't choose this life, the life choose me, I just learned to embrace it.

Now let me introduce you to my ship. Meet Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. Two of the most difficult and different people I have ever met. They are ridiculously smart but also complete idiots. You wanna know why?

Because they are in love with each other and refuse to accept it. It's ridiculous really, I mean we can all see it, even those dumb writers can see it. Yeah, I'm talking about you Russo Brothers and anyone who is not a romanogers should.

People like to think I have a problem. Why do I care so much about my friends live life? Simple. Because they are a living soap opera. I never miss an episode. I won't be satisfied in life until they are happily married with three kids. And four pets. Now spoiler alert, it will and has happened. I mean, of course, it has this story wouldn't be happening right now if that didn't end up with a Romongers ending. Now shall we get on to the story? Hold on tight these ones a doozy.

I call it "Clint Barton, aka Cupid, shows these idiots what they are missing "

To get the basis of this situtation aka how I made them fall in love for the better of humanity, you have to understand the moments I became aware the two were in love. By identifying the subtle hints. Number One Jealously.

It all started about three weeks ago (although if we are being honest it started the day they met) and Steve and Natasha had started looking at one another as if they were eye-fucking about a week prior to this incident. Just disgusting.

Anyways, the eye fucking began after a certain inciddent in the gym occurred. I walked into the gym to practice my shooting, although I don't need practice, and I saw James Barnes talking to Natasha. I was already angry because if pretty boy thought he could walk into this place and sink my ship before it even set sail, he was DEAD wrong.

But as the amazing friend I am to Natasha I decided to keep an eye on James's intentions with her. Apparently I wasn't the only one. When I turned away I saw Steve watching and then he noticed my gaze so he turned back to the punching back, which he hit completely off the hook and into the wall. Damn. Quick side note, I can do that too, I just choose not to. But yeah that was the jealousy.

Clint that's not what happened-

hush Steve, I am telling a story. Now if you would let me finish.

After that time in the gym, I decided to keep a close watch on the two idiots. This next demonstrating the two's obvious love for one another.

Now, this next incident occurred the following day, and this one was Natasha marking her territory. Which is what a lady does when she likes someone, why do you think they steal hoodies? I should know Laura does it all the time. But this isn't about my love story, as epic as it may be.

Now I was in the dining commons eating my third piece of cake of the day, because why not? When Steve Grant Rogers comes waltzing in the room with that psychopathic b*tch Kristan from statistics. It's okay I can say that because of the fact that she tried to ruin my besties life. It's justified.

Back to the story. They come waltzing in like they were fucking running the world. It was horrible. She had her hands on his arms, which were covered by a freaking tight shirt, now I am not gay but DAMN.

I keep my eye on them like a good best friend would, slowly trying to come up with ideas on how to kill Kristan and make it seem like one big tragic accident when Natasha comes walking in. Her eyes immediately scanned the room, she a bit paranoid but whatever, and her eyes land on the two who were now in the way back, Kristan laughing at something Steve had just said.

If looks could kill.

I watched carefully as I ate my cake, as Natasha slowly walked towards the two. Steve's eyes immediately glowed when he saw her, come on man just ask her out and save us both the main. But since he didn't immediately run towards Natasha and embracing her with a hug and kiss I had to watch Natasha sit down beside Steve, across from Kristan and stare her down.

I watched as Steve tried to say something but neither of the girls was listening, both were watching one another in a staredown. Finally, Kristan broke and the bitch had the nerve to tell Steve she had to go but they should meet up after his shift. To which Natasha quickly replied that they were leaving for a mission.

Now that the bitch was successfully gone, Natasha had marked her territory, and word would soon spread around that Steve Rogers would have no chance with anyone else if Natasha Romanoff was alive.

And I was okay with that. Looks like I wouldn't have to murder anyone that day, and Natasha took a big step.

First, off you idiot that didn't happen. Kristan and I are friends, and she was asking me if I wanted to meet up after work. Steve and she were working on paperwork and he got her lunch.

Natasha, you don't have to defend yourself, it's okay. I am not disappointed in you. I am proud of you.

Now we are going to skip everything elsewhere these two were being stupid and ignoring their feelings because no one has time for that. I don't care if he went on a date or if she did too to make him jealous and nothing comes from ether because they realize that they are in love with one another. I ALREADY KNOW THAT! I don't need to see it.

So here is the good stuff, when I signal handily got the poor confused and lonely pair together.

Natasha and Steve were in the living room when I was crawling through the vents. And I heard Steve mention that he has never really had a homecooked meal since coming from the ice, so I took it upon myself to first kick everyone but Steve and Natasha out of the tower for the evening and just so happened to stock the fridge, and you know steal their phones. No, take out.

I also mentioned to Natasha that there was no way in hell she could make a classic Russian dish. I told her she would burn it. She took the bet, and right before she was about to claim victory over her meal I happened to get a call, excusing me from eating her meal.

I somehow got Steve to go to the kitchen before leaving and told him to tell me if the meal was any good and I left it all to fate. I mean I did most of the work.

Next thing you know the two are happily announcing their relationship and on their knees thanking me for my overall kindness.

What shit have you been eating Clint? Steve and I aren't even dating!

Natasha, can you stop? You are ruining my story.

You're spreading false lies about me. AND Steve!

You don't have to get all protective I know you love him. But yeah I hope you guys enjoyed my story, sorry for my friend she likes to make up lies, but they are dating and it was because of me!

You better sleep with one eye open or so help me-

you know the best thing about being the author? You can easily change the story and make it whatever you want. So as I the author Romanogers exists. and Natasha doesn't want to murder me in my sleep.

Remember if you want something to go for it! Only you can make the impossible happen. Like how I, Clint Barton, single handly brought together America's Sweethearts. All me. By myself. No one else. Just me.

Also if you guys are out there having your lived consumed with these thoughts, that if your ship doesn't get together then your life will be over, just know... It will. If your ship on'e get together, then you have no life.

OH NO, MY COMPUTER IS GONNA DIE!!!!! How am I gonna run my fan page? Okay Ummm I have to go find a charger. Hope you guys liked my story.... it's true. Not copy. Ummm how do you close these things?

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Oh, I know.

#ROMANOGERSFOREVER #ALLHAILCLINTBARTON #CLINTBARTONISROMANOGERSKING #YOUREWELCOME

Also, I hope that this chapter made you just sit there and realized you wasted a good seven minutes of your day reading some useless shit all because of you like these people a little too much. I hope you are also only here because no one else has updated in a shit long time so you have to settle for this. Or you are sitting there wishing this never ended because you love it so much.

Here's to having no life! Have fun rereading every other Romanogers book out there until you stumble upon a book that is just a true gem and has been out for years and you feel like it was missing from your life and then it says UPDATE APRIL 27, 2014. Yeah, good luck with that. Umm bye...